Chapter 2 -HUNTER OR MATE?
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KAEL’S POV
I let out a loud laugh as I watched the powerless man struggle to reach out for my legs.
His almost lifeless body lay on the ground as he grabbed my feet, his left arm already cut off, as he winced in pain.
I watch as blood pools around him, the cuts on his back slowly trying to heal as he keeps on crawling.
Mages.
This wasn’t the first time we had one of these around here.
‘I’m not done with you yet,’ he said. ‘You will rot in hell, Kael Thorne. ’
Without a word, my arms flexed, my human fingers replaced with thick, curved claws as I quickly split his neck.
I booted his hands off my feet and watched him slowly pass out.
‘Yeah? I reserved us a table,’ I say as I adjust the cufflinks on my blazer, ‘yours is under ‘traitor.’
This is what you get when you go against the head of the pack.
I turn my attention back to the other two men who sat tied up, cowering in pain.
They had their hands chained to the wall, thick clothes wrapped around their mouths.
The flickering bulbs cast a warm glow on the blood-stained wall as growls and screams filled the room.
I slowly come down to one of the men’s level, and he flinches, his eyes red and bruised.
I could have sworn that I saw a tear drop.
I release the cloth tied around his mouth, my claws accidentally grazing against his left cheek, as a stream of blood drips down his face.
‘Do you know the kind of people we bring here ?’ I ask, as I look over to the two other men who were also trembling in fear beside him.
They all shake their head, signifying a ‘NO’.
‘Traitors, Mages, Thieves, ’ I say, ‘Or in your case..’
I trace his skin with my claws, my fingers going down his already injured cheek as he shudders.
His eyes followed my fingers. I stop at his chin, lifting it a bit, and I say, ‘Spies’
He backs away, and I grab his neck.
In just a couple of seconds, I would have unalived him.
But, I needed him; I needed to know who sent them.
‘You work for Blackfang, don’t you ?’ I ask, my hand gripping his neck tightly, before I release.
He gasps for air, his face red and his neck bruised due to the tight grip I had on him earlier.
‘I swear we were only sent to deliver information to him about the prophecy. ’
The Prophecy?
The prophecy is an ancient myth that our great leaders used to share with us when we were younger.
They were said to appear only once every five thousand years.
Nobody has ever lived long enough to witness the prophecy, and if the Blackfang Pack were on the hunt for this so-called ‘prophecy’, it only meant one thing.
The prophecy has awakened.
‘The prophecy has always been a myth,’ - I nudged his chest with my clawed fingers - ‘but then I would like to know why he would think we would have the prophecy in our midst. ’
‘I swear, i’ - he pauses, ‘he said he felt the… the pulse’ he continues.
‘What pulse ?’ I ask, this time, my heart racing faster than ever ‘Who felt the pulse ?’
‘Valen Duskmoor’
I quickly get up on my feet, the light bulb flickering above me.
Shit.
Valen Duskmoor, Ruthless leader of the Blackfang Dominion Pack. Cold-blooded and Manipulative.
The last man on earth we wanted near our territory.
The steel doors of our underground bunker suddenly fly open, Omega wolves, Malric, and Dren storm in, panic written all over their face as they try to speak up.
I could sense the mixed scent of blood fill the room as they walked in.
Something was off.
This scent was different, familiar.
Like a blade to my chest, the sharp, metallic scent suddenly hit me.
A sharp pang begins to form in my head, my vision blurry, the mixed scent of vanilla, storm-soaked roses, and burnt moonlight causes heat to flood through my veins.
‘Boss, are you okay ?’ Malric calls out.
‘Yes, I’m -’ I totter a bit, the room spinning as I try to get my balance. ‘Fine.’
It couldn’t be.
My wolf instantly erupts to the surface.
‘MATE’
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My paws trampling against the ground as we make our way into the woods.
My lungs were burning while my heart was pounding gruellingly inside my chest.
The wolf in me was fully awake now, my eyes glowing with so much intensity, my paws digging into the dirt of the soil. Nothing but the scent of blood leads me as I speed through the woods.
I have never felt this before.
‘Do you think she’ll still be there ?’ I raise.
Dren nods and lets out a loud howl as we all make our way deeper into the woods.
She had to be.
We stop in our tracks as we approach the scene, the sound of rustling leaves and heavy wind fills the air.
This was nothing like I had ever seen before.
The black haired woman was caught amid the chaos, her feet way above the ground as silver runes pulsed beneath her.
Her dress ripped from behind as splits of claw imprints lay across her back.
She’s human?
Her eyes shut as she mutters an unrecognizable language.
Wait…
I’ve heard this before.
My eyes widen in shock as the words grow louder.
It can’t be.
‘The Alpha Oath, ’ I say out loud. Malric and Dren turn to look at me, their eyes filled with shock.
‘Only Alphas can recite the oath,’ Malric calls out.
‘Yes, but the gods have said that the prophecy can speak in several languages. ’ Dren says.
Still paying close attention to the scene happening in front of us, the earth still shaking as every second went by, the trees moving violently with the wind.
The sounds of howls from a distance let us know that we weren’t the only ones witnessing this.
The ancient tales were true.
The prophecy is real, and here I am, drawn to it, like a breath of fresh air; I’m intoxicated.
I walk towards her. My eyes were still focused on hers.
Blown away by the color of her skin, the way she floated with so much elegance and poise.
I heard my wolf whisper ‘mine’.
“Veylun thrak mor’en kai.” She mutters.
Flames erupt from the ground, forming a circle around us. Her black hair had now turned silver, her skin glowing from the shadows of the fire.
“El’dar vor threl’nak.” Her voice is much stronger now. Her eyes suddenly snap open, and my wolf recedes, leaving me in human form, bare and vulnerable.
“Fen’ar kaldun mei sa’hra.”
“No’kar lun vek tal’dor.”
Silver pair of eyes meet mine, her legs slowly dropping to the ground as she declares the final oath.
“Drah’kai ven sol’dur.” she cries and slowly falls to the ground.
I quickly rush to catch her. Her delicate body resting in my arms, her eyes were closed, her full lips slightly parted as she started to breathe more slowly.
Her eyes slowly opened to reveal beautiful brown eyes that matched her smoky eyelids.
They were warm yet mysterious, like they had a thousand secrets to tell.
Her makeup was already smudged, and traces of mascara ran down her left cheek.
‘Kael,’ she says.
The ground vibrates one last time, and she passes out.
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